Centre of the Universe

Grace Owen
Jul 28, 2017 · 1 min read

I’m at the centre of the universe,

Blessed with a unique curse,

But really I’m just a speck of sand,

Insignificant — rather bland,

I pour through the hour glass,

Falling without grace or class.

Just a cog in a machine,

Whirling around without a dream,

Manipulate me to your will,

I’d do anything to feel the thrill.

Numb — desperate for feeling.

A need for self-indulgent healing.

Look at me, I’m nothing special,

Just a shell, an empty vessel.

If this is life, then what’s the point?

Always feeling out of joint.

Got to get off, I need to go.

Got to change this steady flow.

Water, please wash over me.

Earth, please just set me free.

Fire, please ignite the coal.

Wind, please release my soul.

Grace Owen

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